I was four years old. I did something apparently that required punishment and so my mother let my uncle take me to another room and deal that punishment. She had no idea what he was going to do. Until Recently she never did know. Until a few hours ago she didn't know the full extent of the burdens I've been carrying my whole life, always fearful of someone finding out. Until now I didn't fully understand that it wasn't my fault.
My uncle molested his own children, not just me. As a kid i went over to play with my cousins all the time. Well.. we played in "tents" that we made inside out of chairs and blankets. At night my cousins got me to let them touch me and me to touch them. We were all innocent.. but a couple years later..
I was still innocent- just a young child. I had been molested (to put it nicely). I carried this stuff on with me. I don't remember how old I was- maybe 8, when my stepdad took me, my mom, and my little brothers to Michigan for a vacation. We stayed with my stepdad's brother and his brother's family. His brother had two nieces. I played house with one of the nieces and we pretended to be married and I.. touched her. Ever since I've lived in fear and guilt and terror that my stepdad would find out. To my knowledge he never did, but it didn't stop me from thinking about it nearly every day- a tremendous burden- I never told anybody. I thought I was bad, evil, but I was only 8 years old.
Today, for the first time, I told my mom what happened. The secret is out. For the first time, I realize it wasn't my fault. I was innocent. I cried for two hours with my mom. I havn't cried in a long time. I feel like letting this go has been a huge accomplishment and I feel so much lighter now.
My uncle molested his own children, not just me. As a kid i went over to play with my cousins all the time. Well.. we played in "tents" that we made inside out of chairs and blankets. At night my cousins got me to let them touch me and me to touch them. We were all innocent.. but a couple years later..
I was still innocent- just a young child. I had been molested (to put it nicely). I carried this stuff on with me. I don't remember how old I was- maybe 8, when my stepdad took me, my mom, and my little brothers to Michigan for a vacation. We stayed with my stepdad's brother and his brother's family. His brother had two nieces. I played house with one of the nieces and we pretended to be married and I.. touched her. Ever since I've lived in fear and guilt and terror that my stepdad would find out. To my knowledge he never did, but it didn't stop me from thinking about it nearly every day- a tremendous burden- I never told anybody. I thought I was bad, evil, but I was only 8 years old.
Today, for the first time, I told my mom what happened. The secret is out. For the first time, I realize it wasn't my fault. I was innocent. I cried for two hours with my mom. I havn't cried in a long time. I feel like letting this go has been a huge accomplishment and I feel so much lighter now.